If you want to go JB, never tell anyone to meet you on a Tuesday, 930 at Kranji MRT... really bad bad timing for late-comers, and even especially so for people staying in the extreme east of Singapore. But anyhow, Cindy (Malcolm's gf) had bad diarrhoea, so they were frantically finding for a toilet, note not only a toilet but a clean one! Amusing though. Cindy didn't want to use the MRT's toilet, which I thought was relatively clean. She ran all the way into Causeway Point, thinking that the toilet was just round the corner, when the toilet was stretches away. Okay, so this was the start of the "poo" talk for the day. More "poo" stuff as the day goes by.
At the customs, strangely it was rather smooth flowing, for the last time I remembered it was so crowded. Anyway, the customs officer at the Singapore side said I needed to change my passport photo, and yea I agree.
At JB, suddenly so many taxi drivers approached us, to ask us whether we needed transport. Then we were wondering whether it was so obvious that we were Singaporeans? and Kevin said that we should start speaking Chinese or broken English. And yes I started to do an imitation of broken English. Oh yeah, and everyone was like in their most horrible apparel, as you don't want to look too well-off to fall prey to the pickpockets/robbers.
All the so called hippest shopping malls in JB seemed more like a neighbourhood shopping centre in Singapore, and even Junction 8 is better than anyone of the shopping malls. Walked round and round and round, nothing much to see. I ended up buying 3 pairs of socks. Finally we found the mall so boring, that we decided to go to another one. We took a taxi, then realized later that there is a free shuttle bus ferrying shoppers to and fro from 1 shopping centre to another.
There was this shop, that wanted to turn their dressing room into a make-do toilet. Malcolm saw a pile of shit in the dressing room, and when he told us I thought it was really a piece of shit, and that someone actually shitted there, cos I saw toilet paper in the dressing room too. Malcolm even wanted to touch it to see if it's real; Cindy said must as well go near to smell it. He wanted to exchange the fake poo for a real one! haha hilarious! and even the shop assistant may not notice, thinking that the fake poo is so real it permeates the shop with a shit smell! Kevin said it was difficult to shape the real poo into that kind of fake poo shape, like you really need sculpturing tools and all.. I just said use a McFlurry machine... and I said that cos I was eating "Peach and Orange McFlurry", so much so for linking stuff together. urgh, luckily I had finished my McFlurry by then.
Dinner was taken at some backalley street hawker style kinda place, those kinda place where it was possible to contact cholera sort of disease. The drains were like they convenient place to throw stuff. Anyway, food was cheap there, and we really ate from every single stall, there were only 5. The best stuff there was the Ice Kachang; ice was incredibly fine, and it melted real fast too.
At Starbucks after dinner, Chloe was disgusted by the questions Kevin and I posed. Hearing them gossip about school stuff, makes me wonder if Poly is that complicated, and I doubt University is that complicated. Everyone will either be gossiping on who scored the highest, who and who gf bf and so on. Although I wasn't in the same school, same course as them, I had a mental picture of those people whom they were talking about. Hilarious again!
JB trip was fun today, met new people, and we are planning to go KL the next time! I told them I can make it anytime, it was absolutely dependent on their schedule. I miss that kind of flexibility when you can tell people " Anytime will do" yay! I'm getting some life back finally.
What about a 2D1N KL thing next time?
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I was reading the newspapers about the hike in SMU school fees, and upon reading the justification by SMU Chairman, Mr Ho Kwon Ping , also director of Banyan Tree Resorts, I was quite surprised at the comparision made. He said that the increase in school fees was like around the cost of an iPOD, and so what was he insinuating? that SMU students can forget about buying their fav MP3player regardless whether it was iPOD or not, and use that for premium education. Though what he says about premium education, facilities come with premium price too, is agreeable. and I believe that my parents will never compare $500 to an iPOD, as in the first place they probably don't even know what it is, how much it cost. It is really amazing how these 40-50 year old people keeping abreast to what the hip cool stuff young adults are into. Like how SMU celebrated their Patron's Day with Taufik, zouk DJ and that bungee cord jumpy thing, really amazing... and of course I wouldn't expec the groggy NUS professors to come up with such a celebratory extravaganza.
Anyway to side track a little, I think Mr Ho's speeches are rather awe-inspiring, not forgetting that he himself was an ex-school radical. Inciting communism in the Chinese High when he was a former student there, and later when he went to Stanford, he got expelled for some demonstration (forget what it was) but yeah came back abashed, and vowed to set up a business of his own. Banyan Tree Resorts, his company, a success story. If I have so much money, I wouldn't mind spending money on Banyan Tree resort in Maldives/Mauritius.
Poor lynette, have to sit in Suzanne Zheng's lectures again, entitled Finishing Touch. For your information, Zheng came to VJ before, speaking about etiquettes and business dressing sense. I say, other than dining and social etiquettes, the rest about dressing etiquette is crappy and nonsensical.
It is also ridiculous that they have to pay $17 for a stupid practical test that involves the devilishly difficult deshelling of prawns! like what $17 for the test? Maybe it's because they need to rent the silverware, wine glasses and it's also to pay for the insurance just in case some clumsy pig breaks a wine glass while swirling the wine with his pudgy greasy fingers. Oh wait, your fingers aren't suppose to be even greasy in the first place. You will be taught how to deshell prawns, debone fishes, dissect chicken wings, executed in the most nimble, graceful manner. What the students most fear, is the dissection of the prawn's head, as it might unleash a yellowish-pus like, squiggly black prawn head juice with a force of a SuperSoaker100 at the examiner's face! And it might be a bit giddy, as there will be so many utensils for you to use. Which spoon for caviar? where's the dessert spoon for my tiramisu? Opps! you used the tea sitrrer! no that's for sugar! And the soup spoon, elevated at a precise angle of 25 degrees, and to be held in a manner to scoop the soup from inwards to outwards, so that you don't reflect the restaurant's power-lights to blind your other diners. Zheng should be educated that blurping and farting is the best way of expressing appreciation / contentment after a sumptuous meal. Oh wait, she probably terms burp as belch.
What a whole load of stuff to remember. Don't you think a dinner would be in such a stifling atmosphere till almost choking? I will call Zheng a genius if she invents a method of deshelling crabs with only a fork and spoon. Then at a dinner proclaim that she has committed fashion faux pas in its highest order.
At the customs, strangely it was rather smooth flowing, for the last time I remembered it was so crowded. Anyway, the customs officer at the Singapore side said I needed to change my passport photo, and yea I agree.
At JB, suddenly so many taxi drivers approached us, to ask us whether we needed transport. Then we were wondering whether it was so obvious that we were Singaporeans? and Kevin said that we should start speaking Chinese or broken English. And yes I started to do an imitation of broken English. Oh yeah, and everyone was like in their most horrible apparel, as you don't want to look too well-off to fall prey to the pickpockets/robbers.
All the so called hippest shopping malls in JB seemed more like a neighbourhood shopping centre in Singapore, and even Junction 8 is better than anyone of the shopping malls. Walked round and round and round, nothing much to see. I ended up buying 3 pairs of socks. Finally we found the mall so boring, that we decided to go to another one. We took a taxi, then realized later that there is a free shuttle bus ferrying shoppers to and fro from 1 shopping centre to another.
There was this shop, that wanted to turn their dressing room into a make-do toilet. Malcolm saw a pile of shit in the dressing room, and when he told us I thought it was really a piece of shit, and that someone actually shitted there, cos I saw toilet paper in the dressing room too. Malcolm even wanted to touch it to see if it's real; Cindy said must as well go near to smell it. He wanted to exchange the fake poo for a real one! haha hilarious! and even the shop assistant may not notice, thinking that the fake poo is so real it permeates the shop with a shit smell! Kevin said it was difficult to shape the real poo into that kind of fake poo shape, like you really need sculpturing tools and all.. I just said use a McFlurry machine... and I said that cos I was eating "Peach and Orange McFlurry", so much so for linking stuff together. urgh, luckily I had finished my McFlurry by then.
Dinner was taken at some backalley street hawker style kinda place, those kinda place where it was possible to contact cholera sort of disease. The drains were like they convenient place to throw stuff. Anyway, food was cheap there, and we really ate from every single stall, there were only 5. The best stuff there was the Ice Kachang; ice was incredibly fine, and it melted real fast too.
At Starbucks after dinner, Chloe was disgusted by the questions Kevin and I posed. Hearing them gossip about school stuff, makes me wonder if Poly is that complicated, and I doubt University is that complicated. Everyone will either be gossiping on who scored the highest, who and who gf bf and so on. Although I wasn't in the same school, same course as them, I had a mental picture of those people whom they were talking about. Hilarious again!
JB trip was fun today, met new people, and we are planning to go KL the next time! I told them I can make it anytime, it was absolutely dependent on their schedule. I miss that kind of flexibility when you can tell people " Anytime will do" yay! I'm getting some life back finally.
What about a 2D1N KL thing next time?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was reading the newspapers about the hike in SMU school fees, and upon reading the justification by SMU Chairman, Mr Ho Kwon Ping , also director of Banyan Tree Resorts, I was quite surprised at the comparision made. He said that the increase in school fees was like around the cost of an iPOD, and so what was he insinuating? that SMU students can forget about buying their fav MP3player regardless whether it was iPOD or not, and use that for premium education. Though what he says about premium education, facilities come with premium price too, is agreeable. and I believe that my parents will never compare $500 to an iPOD, as in the first place they probably don't even know what it is, how much it cost. It is really amazing how these 40-50 year old people keeping abreast to what the hip cool stuff young adults are into. Like how SMU celebrated their Patron's Day with Taufik, zouk DJ and that bungee cord jumpy thing, really amazing... and of course I wouldn't expec the groggy NUS professors to come up with such a celebratory extravaganza.
Anyway to side track a little, I think Mr Ho's speeches are rather awe-inspiring, not forgetting that he himself was an ex-school radical. Inciting communism in the Chinese High when he was a former student there, and later when he went to Stanford, he got expelled for some demonstration (forget what it was) but yeah came back abashed, and vowed to set up a business of his own. Banyan Tree Resorts, his company, a success story. If I have so much money, I wouldn't mind spending money on Banyan Tree resort in Maldives/Mauritius.
Poor lynette, have to sit in Suzanne Zheng's lectures again, entitled Finishing Touch. For your information, Zheng came to VJ before, speaking about etiquettes and business dressing sense. I say, other than dining and social etiquettes, the rest about dressing etiquette is crappy and nonsensical.
It is also ridiculous that they have to pay $17 for a stupid practical test that involves the devilishly difficult deshelling of prawns! like what $17 for the test? Maybe it's because they need to rent the silverware, wine glasses and it's also to pay for the insurance just in case some clumsy pig breaks a wine glass while swirling the wine with his pudgy greasy fingers. Oh wait, your fingers aren't suppose to be even greasy in the first place. You will be taught how to deshell prawns, debone fishes, dissect chicken wings, executed in the most nimble, graceful manner. What the students most fear, is the dissection of the prawn's head, as it might unleash a yellowish-pus like, squiggly black prawn head juice with a force of a SuperSoaker100 at the examiner's face! And it might be a bit giddy, as there will be so many utensils for you to use. Which spoon for caviar? where's the dessert spoon for my tiramisu? Opps! you used the tea sitrrer! no that's for sugar! And the soup spoon, elevated at a precise angle of 25 degrees, and to be held in a manner to scoop the soup from inwards to outwards, so that you don't reflect the restaurant's power-lights to blind your other diners. Zheng should be educated that blurping and farting is the best way of expressing appreciation / contentment after a sumptuous meal. Oh wait, she probably terms burp as belch.
What a whole load of stuff to remember. Don't you think a dinner would be in such a stifling atmosphere till almost choking? I will call Zheng a genius if she invents a method of deshelling crabs with only a fork and spoon. Then at a dinner proclaim that she has committed fashion faux pas in its highest order.
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